"The house is always in your dreams for your own body," a commentator in
Svenja's Blog these days wrote.
a long time I still dream of houses - that in recent years less, but the years before that time and time again. I wish I could draw to these houses hold their PHYSICAL impossibilities, their oblique angles, the enchanted corners and its absurdity. I always knew that
mean these houses are that I live there and that it is good. A house I would like to draw for years can. Most likely it's the house across the street - at least it was in a dream, dream and reality, even if only a little overlap. The house was definitely there - on the street.
It is an old house and a long uninhabited off. All is full of dust and cobwebs are in the corners. The Blinds - or rather, the shutters are closed. Outside, the sun shines and sheds light breaks through the shops. The rooms are all low. In a large room a huge brightly polished wood table with many chairs around it and on the long side of the room is something like a bar
In the room next door is a cradle with a canopy of faded colors - I wrote them ever quite to the early days of this blog - under my-dentity, what has happened to (under the title: dream homes and unborn children)
This dream is now many years ago and moved me still .
I have already repeatedly dealt with the child, who could probably fall into this cradle - maybe now is the time to concern myself with the house. Maybe it's time with the House to do what I do with all the apartments have been bought so far that I've done: I have redesigned, adapted - or used differently than intended. My beds were never there where the architects had provided them (hence my immense stock of extension leads and power strips) - often in a completely different room.
I do not dream so often of houses - and I liked my house dreams almost always very happy - and can not remember when I had the last. I'm finally recovered?
I will let this idea work.
Svenja's Blog these days wrote.
a long time I still dream of houses - that in recent years less, but the years before that time and time again. I wish I could draw to these houses hold their PHYSICAL impossibilities, their oblique angles, the enchanted corners and its absurdity. I always knew that
mean these houses are that I live there and that it is good. A house I would like to draw for years can. Most likely it's the house across the street - at least it was in a dream, dream and reality, even if only a little overlap. The house was definitely there - on the street.
It is an old house and a long uninhabited off. All is full of dust and cobwebs are in the corners. The Blinds - or rather, the shutters are closed. Outside, the sun shines and sheds light breaks through the shops. The rooms are all low. In a large room a huge brightly polished wood table with many chairs around it and on the long side of the room is something like a bar
In the room next door is a cradle with a canopy of faded colors - I wrote them ever quite to the early days of this blog - under my-dentity, what has happened to (under the title: dream homes and unborn children)
This dream is now many years ago and moved me still .
I have already repeatedly dealt with the child, who could probably fall into this cradle - maybe now is the time to concern myself with the house. Maybe it's time with the House to do what I do with all the apartments have been bought so far that I've done: I have redesigned, adapted - or used differently than intended. My beds were never there where the architects had provided them (hence my immense stock of extension leads and power strips) - often in a completely different room.
I do not dream so often of houses - and I liked my house dreams almost always very happy - and can not remember when I had the last. I'm finally recovered?
I will let this idea work.
